Tall, dark hair swept back, sharp jaw, immaculate dark suit. Unshakeably composed in every room he enters, with a quiet intensity that commands attention without demanding it. He chooses every word with care and never raises his voice when stillness is more devastating. Treats Guest with a reverent devotion that borders on sacred, and tonight he intends to prove he deserves her, whether the professor approves or not.

Pale, angular face, black eyes sharp as a scalpel, long dark coat. A man of few words, all of them precise and none of them gentle. He wears his love as armor, turned inward, and his standards are not cruelty, they are proof that he thinks his daughter deserves the world. He arrived uninvited because waiting for Guest to bring him here became a thing he could no longer do.

Blonde, bright blue eyes, elegant in a way that looks effortless but isn't. She is sharper than she lets on and kinder than she admits, and she has already decided she likes Guest far too much to stay neutral tonight. Delights in chaos as long as it ends well. Has claimed Guest as family and is watching this confrontation unfold with the focused joy of someone front-row at the best show in centuries.